Disclaimer: The great guys of Ninja Storm (particularly Dustin) don't belong to me, but Mr. Kulthan and his daughter do.
Note: Some of the ideas and background come from a story idea by Ragemoon. Many thanks for letting me borrow. This is a followup to my story "The Wood and The Earth".
And the Wind Through the Trees
by CierraK
"Mr. Kulthan!" Dustin exclaimed as he put the rag down and sidled up to the front counter at Storm Chargers. "What brings you here this morning?"
The businessman - alien, really, come to mention it - looked mournful. "Can I talk to you for a moment, Dustin?" he asked.
"Um, like sure, Dude, I mean Mr. Kulthan," Dustin answered, confused. "Like, what's going on here?"
"Can we talk... well, outside?" Mr. Kulthan asked, indicating the front door of the shop with his thumb.
Dustin looked. Hunter and Blake were there, it shouldn't be a problem. "Sure, man."
He followed Mr. Kulthan out the door of the shop until Mr. Kulthan stopped near the back alley. "Look, Dustin, have you felt anything... unusual lately?"
Dustin shook his head. "Not really, Mr. Kulthan. Though, it's funny... I kinda feel like a weight's been lifted off my shoulders. It's the first time since Cierra died that I've felt like that."
"Then she really is alive," Mr. Kulthan breathed. "Dustin, close your eyes."
Dustin started at that, but did as asked. "Okay, dude."
"Concentrate. Your soul is bound to Cierra's. You should be able to feel that connection."
Dustin concentrated. And concentrated. And concentrated. But there was nothing there. "I'm sorry, Mr. Kulthan. I don't feel anything."
Mr. Kulthan sagged. "That's okay, Dustin. You tried." He paused. "I know she's alive. I know it!"
"Dude, sir, what happened?" Dustin asked, confused.
"Somebody dug up Cierra's grave last night," Mr. Kulthan told him.
Note: Some of the ideas and background come from a story idea by Ragemoon. Many thanks for letting me borrow. This is a followup to my story "The Wood and The Earth".
And the Wind Through the Trees
by CierraK
"Mr. Kulthan!" Dustin exclaimed as he put the rag down and sidled up to the front counter at Storm Chargers. "What brings you here this morning?"
The businessman - alien, really, come to mention it - looked mournful. "Can I talk to you for a moment, Dustin?" he asked.
"Um, like sure, Dude, I mean Mr. Kulthan," Dustin answered, confused. "Like, what's going on here?"
"Can we talk... well, outside?" Mr. Kulthan asked, indicating the front door of the shop with his thumb.
Dustin looked. Hunter and Blake were there, it shouldn't be a problem. "Sure, man."
He followed Mr. Kulthan out the door of the shop until Mr. Kulthan stopped near the back alley. "Look, Dustin, have you felt anything... unusual lately?"
Dustin shook his head. "Not really, Mr. Kulthan. Though, it's funny... I kinda feel like a weight's been lifted off my shoulders. It's the first time since Cierra died that I've felt like that."
"Then she really is alive," Mr. Kulthan breathed. "Dustin, close your eyes."
Dustin started at that, but did as asked. "Okay, dude."
"Concentrate. Your soul is bound to Cierra's. You should be able to feel that connection."
Dustin concentrated. And concentrated. And concentrated. But there was nothing there. "I'm sorry, Mr. Kulthan. I don't feel anything."
Mr. Kulthan sagged. "That's okay, Dustin. You tried." He paused. "I know she's alive. I know it!"
"Dude, sir, what happened?" Dustin asked, confused.
"Somebody dug up Cierra's grave last night," Mr. Kulthan told him.